Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.